Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter 91

"Brother Asho!"

The hand was already raised, and when the writing brush was about to be severely dropped in the next instant, the little baby hurried and made Asiu stiff.

He gasped quickly, looking at Xiao Wa'er's eyes violently and helplessly.

Liu Yusheng's whole heart seemed to be slammed by an invisible big hand, and the pain was twitching.

She squeezed into the arms of the teenager, holding his little wrist with his little hand, pulling it down, and then put the little hand on the back of the teenager's thin and pale hand. "I did n’t know how to write. . "

The little hand pushed hard, pushed the young man's hand, dropped the pen tip on the white paper, and stroked him, driving him, leaving ink marks on the paper.

"This is a herringbone." The font is loose, crooked, and tangible. The smile on Liu Yusheng's face is very bright. Looking back at the teenager, his eyes are full of joy and joy. It's so difficult, Brother Ashu, don't be discouraged, you just forgot about it temporarily, not not. Even if it really doesn't matter, let's take it slowly, I will accompany you.

The word was ugly, almost a mass of ink, and there was no comparability with the hand-written Juanxiu typeface written by the little baby next to it.

But it was very strange. The permanence in Asho's body faded and disappeared slowly.

Because of that smiley face, because of the temperature passed by the young little hand that was half the size of the back of his hand.

His eyes calmed down, and Asiu froze the corners of his lips. "No, I have to teach."

"it is good."

The little baby turned around and focused her hands and taught him to write down on the white paper.

The little man was only a little taller than the square table, and could only stand. That's it. He was sitting on a stool, half a head taller than her.

He surrounds her, he just surrounds her in his own world. He likes this situation very much, only feels that this is the most precious treasure in the world, which allows him to protect his life.

"It's not a head rope, it's Sheng Sheng." I couldn't help myself, a murmur overflowing in my mouth.

The sound rang in my ears, very light and faint, like an unconscious murmur, Liu Yusheng just heard it clearly.

After a slight pinch, the corners of the lips slowly lifted.

Well, Brother Ashiu can finally tell that she is not the red head rope he once held in his arms.

With more and more ink on the white paper, the handwriting became clearer and clearer, the teenager did not realize that he was writing more smoothly and faster, and even at the end, he did n’t read what the baby was writing. The paper glanced at it without stopping.

Liu Yusheng was the first to notice it, secretly unloading the strength of his hand, and only lying on the back of the teenager's hand, while the pen was still sliding.

The teenager gradually became obsessed with it and didn't know it until he finished writing a few pages of paper and found that on the back of his hand, the little hand that passed him the warmth was suddenly stopped, and his hand was stiff in the air.

Suddenly, he looked at the little baby who turned around and smiled slightly at him.

"This one, and this one, was written by Brother Ashu himself. Isn't it great?" Xiaowa put the top two pieces of white paper side by side and tilted her slightly, so that the teenager could clearly see the paper. Handwriting.

She is powerful and clear, elegant, just as she thought.

"Me, what did I write?"

"Yes, Brother Ashiu wrote better than Sheng Sheng. I said earlier that Brother Ashiu is great and a very powerful person." Xiaowa raised her chin, proud and proud, like those words, It's just what she wrote.

The teenager's eyes were wide, still unbelievable.

Mrs. Liu came out and poured the dirty water, just to see this scene, came over in surprise, "Oh, how are the two children writing? Grandma see how well they write."

"Grandma, Brother Ashu is terrific. He memorized the part of the three-character script that I didn't write out! Look, this is what Brother Ashu wrote, is it good?"

Mrs. Liu couldn't read the characters well, so she could only compare the word with the two she had read, and then nodded again and again, "It looks good, looks good, much better than what your brother wrote!"

No comparison was made by Liu Yusheng.

There is nothing wrong with them. If anyone says that it is bad, it must be that person's eyes.

The ancestors and grandchildren boasted for a long time with the font and glorious boasting, boasting that they were all in their own land.

Inexplicably, Asiu laughed.

Do not know why, a word emerged in his mind, Wang Po selling melon.

He is a melon planted by Wangpo.

There is a scorching sun today, half-hanging in the sky, casting warm light, not warm, not dazzling, making people comfortable and gentle.

The breeze breeze slightly, blowing the tassels on the head of the little baby's bun, sometimes hitting Asiu's face, causing a slight itching.

Ashu didn't escape, he put down the writing brush in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and watched an old man and a small squat squatting at the square table, and argued against the small piece of white paper, exaggerating from the first word to the last word.

The old woman's hearty laughter, the little baby's crisp and soft milk sounds, intertwined a warm melody in the farmyard.

People don't even bother to bother.

Qian Wanjin was about to be furious.

In the past, whenever he came, whenever he heard the sound of a carriage, Grandma Liu would come out to greet him.

Now he had stood at the door for a while, and no one in the yard noticed his presence.

Feelings of disfavor increased exponentially, and Qian Wanjin's face turned black. "Cough, cough!" The cough was heavy and loud.

"Oh, little gold is here? Why don't you come in and stand at the door and do something? This child!" Madam Liu finally turned back when she heard the cough. Is that right? "

Qian Wanjin didn't get stuck, almost coughed and was choked and choked by the wind? "Grandma, why don't you say I'm sick!"

Aggrieved, the boy stepped into the door, walked to the wife, and crouched next to her.

"Everything is wrong, you are as strong as a calf. You haven't even sneezed in the past few years. Grandma hasn't even known you?" Wife Liu gave him a glance, but her hands were restless. Put on his forehead.

It's not hot.

The calf is not angry, nor is it angry.

Look up at the little girl, hey unconscience, is covering his mouth and laughing at him!

"Little girl, what's the laugh, what does it look like to be out there? Men and women don't know if it's unacceptable!" I don't know how to look at this posture for a long time. Little girl doesn't know how to guard, and she is eaten by tofu!

Asiu looked at him with a cool look. "Sheng Sheng is six years old and still young."

He paused, "Grandma said."

Oh, Qian Wanjin laughed angrily, don't look at him every day, the little lunatic actually speaks well.

I also know what Grandma Liu said to stop him!

And what's his name just now? grandmother?

He knew it was insidious!

Even if you are stupid, you can't change the essence!

(End of this chapter)